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It took a few days to convince the hospital to release Dana... and Sam was half-convinced they just did it because she was being a pain in the ass. He couldn't blame them since she never took to being sick or injured well. They hit the road almost immediately after getting the prescriptions filled for some pain meds. He hated that Dana would basically have to suffer through the car drive until they were far enough away and safe to stop for awhile.

They pushed on and made it to some small little town though, far away from Palo Alto, Stanford, and hopefully any demons trailing them. Man, he did not miss the nasty, likely roach infested motels they used to stay in and like the one he was pulling into park at now.

Now they had to decide just... what they'd do for sleeping arrangements, he supposed. Jo had been pretty adament about not sharing a room, but it was safer if they did.

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Jesus fucking Christ. They were actually going to do this. Dana didn't have the energy or patience for any of this bullshit right now. And her pain meds were definitely wearing off so she was this side of irritable at the moment.

"No one's askin' you to die for anyone." Dana clipped at Jo, not going to even bother with the other things she went on about. She had heard it all before from her and no matter what Dana said or thought...it just didn't matter.

When Sam settled his gaze on her, she shifted the slightest, crossing her arms. "Don't. Don't be sorry. I never asked that of you. Didn't ask for your forgiveness or whatever either. Didn't ask for anything from you." His questions hit her hard and she paused, not really-- not really knowing how to respond. "I-- Sam. You didn't do anything. I'm just a fuckin' idiot, always have been, you know that. Always manage to screw up anything really good in my life..." She looked back away from him, unable to take that gaze anymore. "I don't know. I don't know why I did what I did. Mostly because I was a bit drunk. Maybe because I was a bit curious about being with a woman. Never had been. And...well, if I was going to try somethin' like that...why not Jo?" She mumbled all this, the explanation really all she had. She had used Jo out of curiosity. Shitty of her, she knew, but still.

The tension in her shoulders clamps on her muscles so tightly she shakes, angry, tired, hurt...all these things. And she felt like going out, looking for a fight. Again she's sitting there, as the living black mark on Sam and Dana's...weird relationship.

Well, not anymore. She stands, keys jangling together in her pocket, sniffling back the start of a nose bleed, and walks out the door. She's got no more to say to either one of them. And no use for either of them right now either. She could agree with Sam that what Dana did was shitty all the way around. Dana knew what she had with Sam...and she used Jo, and how Jo feels about her for a night Jo desperately wishes being bashed in the head would have made her forget.

Jo starts up the truck, and pulls out of the parking lot, looking for a fight.

"Jo..."

Dammit. He let out a huff when he heard her truck pulling away and rubbed a hand over his face, tired. He was just... tired of all this crap and none of it seemed to be getting any easier. So much for sticking together.

"I should go after her, probably."

Exhaling, Dana pushed up from the bed, body starting to ache again. "Yeah...probably. Though doubtful she wants you to or would come back here willingly." She mumbled, moving to her bag to rummage for her medicine. This was all fucked. They were all fucked. There was no way around it.

Jo hits the road, sighing, and wonders if they've got some sort of bar, or something that she could spend some time at and try to clear her head. She first looks for a shithole, and parks her truck in front of it, before walking down to a nicer place, just to make it a bit more difficult to find her, if either of them did decide to come looking. She walks past an alley...and sees her first problem.

Trouble.

A fight's exactly what the doctor didn't order, but she needs it more than a little. There's a woman, pressed up against a wall with a man behind her, the glint of a knife evident to someone looking for it. Jo draws her gun, slowly. "Let her go," Jo says, safety thumbed off and gun raised. "Or I blow your fuckin' brains out. Trust me, ya don't wanna test me today."

The man straightens and turns to face her. "You don't know what you're getting in the middle of, little girl."

"Looks ta me like you're about ta start hurtin' somebody. And you really should just go back to your shitty little trailer and open a beer," Jo answers, stance firm, and obvious that she knows exactly what she's doing.

He actually looks almost surprised; perhaps it's just the fact that Jo looks dead set on killing him. Even as her nose starts to bleed, running in a steady stream down her face. He starts to run.

When he's gone, Jo hurries over to the woman whom has slumped against the wall, looking scared. "It's alright now. He ain't gonna hurt you," she says, soothingly.

The small red-head didn't look any older than she, especially with her large, terrified green eyes. "You're hurt..." the woman says, before reaching in her pocket, hands shaking and pulls out an amulet. "This'll help..."

Jo blinks at her. Fuck. Now what has she gotten herself into? She takes the amulet into her palm, and felt the blessed fucking relief of not feeling her skull crushed in, and the stream of blood dries up. She can see straight...god, yes.

Jo slips it over her neck, and pulls herself out of the crouch, and offers her a hand. "I'm Jo," she says softly. "Thanks."

"Diana. Thank you for saving my life..." the woman says, grasping her hand and pulling herself up to her feet. "If you leave that on overnight, whatever hurts you should be healed."

Jo almost prays she means her heart will be healed too.

"I know..." He was probably looking at another fight with her or something, trying to convince her to come back, but... she was hurt and vulnerable out there alone.

He rubbed a hand over his face and sat up, watching Dana get up for her pain medicine. He didn't want to talk about this crap, but Jo was right... they needed to and it was easier to say this stuff when she wasn't here to hear, to be bothered by it.

"You know, Dana, the fucked up thing is... I still want you. Even if what you did hurt like hell. And more than that, I need you on this. You're still my sister and to be honest, I'm scared." he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Whether there's something weird about me or not, those demons thought so. They were going to kill you and Jo just to get me pissed off enough to... God, I don't know. And Dad's not answering either of our calls. I'm worried about him."

"Just...I know, we shouldn't be separated or whatever right now, but maybe we should...give her a little bit of time before we go lookin' for her." Dana sighs, tossing back the pills in one gulp before sitting once more on the edge of the bed heavily.

"Sam..." She's exhausted. Mentally, physically. She's not sure how much more of this she can keep taking. She's sorta wishing she had gotten up to leave like Jo. Yeah...fucked up of him to still want her. Really. Hearing him say it thought didn't help any. "Look, we're sticking together, no matter...any of this shit. You know you have me even if you don't, ah, don't want me in the other way anymore."

Exhaling, she closes her eyes, rubbing at her temple. "Dad is...Dad. Like I've said, he's probably fine." She was hoping so at least. But best to try and ease the worry at least a little for Sam on that front.

The red-head, as Jo starts to really notices, is a pretty girl. Covered in the grime of the alley, but pretty. She smiles over at her. "Can I give ya a lift somewhere?" Jo asks, figuring she can keep up this good Samaritan thing for a while.

"If you could give me a ride home, I'd really appreciate it," she answers, hand lingering on Jo's. "I know you've...put yourself out there so much already..."

Jo chuckles and squeezes her hand, walking her out of the alley. "Don't you worry about that. I'll getcha home safe. D'ya have food, or didcha need ta pick yourself up somethin'? I'd...lay low for a coupla days..."

"I've got stuff at home. Hey, why don't I make you some dinner for your trouble."

Jo looks over at her, feeling appreciated and welcome for the first time in a while. "I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah, alright..." He didn't like her out there by herself, but she probably did need a bit to cool down. She'd be fine and she'd have to come back for her stuff anyway so she couldn't stay gone.

"I just said I do want you," he muttered, leaning back on his bed and focusing his eyes on the ceiling. "But if you're gonna go fuck other people, at least tell me so I know where we stand."

He sighed at that reassurance and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right..."

All they could do now was look for him and they would have to. He needed answers and Dad would have them. He didn't think he'd believe anything about incest either... well, hopefully.

Dana didn't like Jo being out there either, especially now. And she knew, even though she had been trying like hell to hide it, that she was still hurtin' bad, she could see the pain in her face sometimes. She shouldn't have left the hospital...but then again, Dana shouldn't have either.

A muscle in her jaw twitches and Dana just keeps her eyes closed. "Don't wanna fuck other people. And I'm not goin' to." The words are clipped, final. Even if she wasn't sleeping with him, she wasn't going to be sleeping with anybody else.

Dad... She was damn worried about him, despite how she kept playing it of cool for Sam. Every cell he had, every way to contact him...it was impossible. He had officially gone off the radar. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Probably bad.

Jo leads Diana to her truck, and gently helps her get in, before rounding it, and pulling herself in already. She feels...shit, a hundred times better than she's felt since having her head crashing through that fucking mirror.

"If you just head up this road about a mile, and take a left, we'll be there," Diana says, pointing, before looking at Jo. "You didn't question the pain amulet..."

Jo chuckles softly, and starts up the car, heading the direction pointed out to her. "I've learned notta look a gift horse in the mouth," she answers. "And right now, anythin' ta make me not hurt anymore....would be good."

"Someone hurt you besides the physical stuff, didn't they?" Diana asks softly, fingers light on Jo's arm.

She takes a breath, and lets it out through her nose. "No sense in dwellin' on the emotional stuff too long. I'm fine."

She will be. She's almost sure of it, as she glances to Diana, and smiles.

"Sorry, we don't have to talk about that. What would...you like to talk about?"

Jo gives her a lopsided grin. "What's for dinner?"

God, he wanted a drink. And if they were waiting to go look for Jo, he figured he could get one or two in. So after a few moments, he got up out of bed and went to look through their bags... knew they had a bottle stashed away.

After finding it, he went to pour himself a glass and settled at the table. They hadn't come closer to a solution on anything yet, even after all this and he didn't know what else to say.

Dana's gaze shifted to watch as Sam pulled out a bottle of booze. Well, that was great. Reduced him to wanting to drink away his problems. That was what she did. Sad thing was, with the medication she couldn't drink. Son of a bitch.

Sighing, because this whole talk it out crap had obviously not accomplished anything, Dana just lay back gingerly on the bed, closing her eyes and wishing for rest. Like the sort of rest she got back in Palo Alto with Sam after he came back from class. She felt like it had been forever since she had been that...happy. Or whatever. Things change. Usually for the worst for her it seemed, anyways.

If they were expecting Jo to return that evening, they're in for quite the wait. Jo settles comfortably into Diana's house for the evening; dinner, music, laughs, and yes, sex...

And she doesn't seem to notice any time passing, either.

It wasn't just Dana. It was everything... it was the demons, it was Jo, it was the fact that he'd choked and let them both wind up in this position in the first place. The fact that he'd even thought about making a deal in the first place and the fact that he might be poison somehow, something not quite right.

He finished off the first glass and poured a second. After seeing Dad laying drunk so often in his downtime, watching Dana never shy away from drinks, Sam typically tried to avoid alcohol as a way to cope, but... stressful times. He kind of got why people liked to drink their problems and feelings away right now.

He wished they could go back... to when things were easy, when they were happy together and nothing had cast any doubt on them.

They self-loathed too much. That was their problem. They picked at their every issue and problem, letting it eat away at them until they were broody, moody fucks. That was what Dana and Sam had most in common.

The hours pass, Dana absently flipping through channels as Sam drank in the corner. She would glance at him now and again to make sure he was alright. Well...as alright as he could be at the moment she supposed. He always was a light weight despite his, well, actual weight. Just making sure he hadn't passed out on the table or something.

And then she would wonder about Jo and what to do about her... Should they go look for her right now? She doubted Jo was very happy at the moment with her though, so she could understand her being away, she just didn't know what to do about that, so she just...wouldn't do anything

Settled comfortably in Diana's place for the evening, they turn on the TV and watch a comedy. It feels good to laugh. To snuggle up next to someone else that wants her there. She doesn't feel unworthy---doesn't feel like a mistake. She feels accepted for who she is, and wanted for the same.

She doesn't think she has much interest in leaving.

Sam never did have a good tolerance, no. It was probably because he didn't drink as much as Dad or Dana or maybe his body just sucked. Who knew and either way, he was getting good and hammered sooner than he would have liked. It kind of snuck up on him, really.

He lost track of time too... he hadn't exactly meant to get drunk in the first place. He wanted to go find Jo, make sure she was okay.

Eventually, he puts the glass down and stumbles to his feet, holding out his arms to keep steady, muttering and complaining about how the room was spinning on hm.

"Uh...you okay over there Sasquatch?" Dana's eyes had flickered back to him once more as he pushed himself up on unsteady feet, swaying almost dangerously, like a tree about to topple over. Never a good sign from Sam.

And no, it was just him, because the room was most definitely not swaying. Biting her lip, she sighed and pushed up from the bed to head over to him, watching him throw out his arms as if that would keep his balance better. "Sam, c'mon, let's get you to bed."

In the end, the sex really was unavoidable. Jo needs to feel alive, and Diana is more than willing to accommodate anything that Jo wants or needs. It settles her for the night, tangled in Diana's arms, happily, and sated, and most certainly ready to sleep.

And as she drifts off to sleep, a line from Hamlet wanders through her head, and out the other side. And when she does dream, none of her dreams involve Dana or Sam. Just Diana, and a new life.

"M'fine." If the room would just quit moving, he was feeling better than he had in awhile. He looked over when she came over, grinning a little stupidly when she spoke.

"Tryin' to get... fresh or something, Dana?" But he was trying to get over to the bed and he was at least thinking clear enough to remember there was a very good reason to not use Dana as a crutch.

He wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember why he shouldn't be trying to get on to Dana's bed.

Dana arched a brow. Fine. Right. That's why he was grinning at her currently like a damn fool. Though it was nice to see him smiling at her again.

"Fresh Sam? Are you a sixty year old man?" Snorting, Dana just held out a hand to brace at his side as they moved for the bed, though yeah, him leaning on her was probably not the best idea. She didn't even realize they were moving him to her bed, but it was the closest and she was going to bother with trying to maneuver his gigantic ass too far.

[ooc: While they're getting settled, or whatever, you can skip me until "morning", since Jo's out like a light.]

"Alright, alright... are you tryin' to get in my pants?" Was that better? He stretched out on his stomach on one side of the bed, pillowing his head with his hands, letting out a sigh.

This was so much better. At least he didn't have to worry about falling on his ass.

"Why? What's in your pants?" Dana drawls a bit dryly, watching him sprawl out across her bed. Funny though, usually she would be trying to get into his pants right now, but she had a feeling that wasn't exactly what he wanted. Sighing and shaking her head once he seems settled, she's pulling away from him and moving for the other bed, seeing as he's in hers.

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Alrighty! <3

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